Sticky Sweet - HP/SPN - Part 03/?
Title: Sticky Sweet
Author: youaredriving aka Scarletsptember
Fandom(s), Characters: Harry Potter, Supernatural - Harry Potter/Gabriel with Sam, Dean, Castiel and others...yeah.
Rating: R
Warning: Slash, Language, lovely use of chocolate
Summary: Gabriel walked out of Harry's life without much of an explanation. Now that everything is done and over with Gabriel needs help and Harry's the quickest route to recovery. They always were an explosive combination.
Author's Notes: This is a bit angsty, but it's essential.
Past
Harry was curled up on Gabriel’s chest as they mindlessly watched Food Network. Gabriel pointing out things he wanted Harry to make or what they should try before he shifted and Harry gave a disgruntled huff and resettled himself on the couch.
“You going to ask what’s on your mind wizard man or am I going to have to pluck it from your mind?”
Harry rolled his lips together before he flicked the television to mute and looked down at Gabriel, “It’s just, you’re a Trickster right?”
“Yes, and you’re a wizard. We established this already. Why is this bothering you all of a sudden?”
“It’s just it makes sense now,” Harry grinned, “The sweet tooth, the playfulness, how only you find some of my craziness funny. I just don’t understand how I didn’t make the connection before now and why you would want to be with me.”
Gabriel let his fingers trace along Harry’s cheek before he ran it through the unruly hair with a small smile on his face. “How could I not want to be with you? You have a Trickster side to you also. I’ve seen it on more than one occasion. You get this gleam in your eye and I know I’m about to be in for it but I don’t have a damn clue what you’re up to.”
“That could be a bad thing.” Harry grinned.
“Nah,” Gabriel smirked before his smirk faded and his eyes darted up towards the ceiling, “You love me. Sometimes I think you love me too much.”
Harry closed his eyes and rested his ear over Gabriel’s heart before he clicked the volume back up.
Present
“For the magic touch?” Gabriel gave the first real smile Harry had seen since he had waltzed right back in his life. “You bet.”
Harry gestured for Gabriel to lie on the floor and he tossed down a pillow for the archangel to get comfortable before Harry moved to straddle his hips.
“Whoa,” Dean looked up from where he and Sam were bickering. “I didn’t know that we were going to get a show.”
“It grounds my magic.” Harry rolled his eyes before he plucked the wand that was resting in its case and looked into Gabriel’s wide dark eyes. “I need you to concentrate on your Grace and ignore everything else going on in the room but what’s happening between you and me.”
Harry closed his eyes to focus and soon as Gabriel nodded in understanding. Soft words of Gaelic slipped passed Harry’s lips as he searched out the threads of Gabriel’s Grace once again. He found the blue white chords that were leading towards the archangel’s heart barely pulsing until it reacted to Harry’s touch.
The moment Harry slid his hand down Gabriel’s forehead, the bridge of Gabriel’s nose and brushed along the sly arch of his lips the blue white light pulsed with intensity, spiraling out towards Harry. Harry slipped closer and he felt the tug and pull of energy with every word that escaped his through his lips.
Harry sighed at the sight of the bright hues of colors twining together; the transfer of one life force into another. The way each strand of light fought a battle of dominance, the way they finally twined together in soft hue of violet. He guided his magic and the linked Grace down beneath a clothed chest, straight into Gabriel’s core. Harry’s hand tightened against the fabric of Gabriel’s shirt bunching and wrinkling as he urged the bond stronger.
A hand pressed against his, breaking his concentration, “That’s more than enough, Harry.”
Harry blinked against the breath that was brushing against his cheek and he realized how far he slipped against Gabriel. He remembered how long it had been since it had been since he could be this close to him. Harry rolled his lips together and fell forward, almost like with every breath he took the energy seemed to pour out of him. His forehead rested in the crook of Gabriel’s neck and he could feel the vibrations beneath the man’s skin again. Not as prominent as they had once been but that zing of energy was back.
“You’re better.” Harry whispered against Gabriel’s skin and Harry felt him shiver beneath his words.
“Yeah,” Gabriel answered, his arms automatically going around Harry’s waist. “Because of you, I will be soon.”
“Missed you so much, you ass.” Harry said with a yawn and he got a snort out of Gabriel.
“Forgot how honest and how much you talked when you got exhausted.” Gabriel looked up at the Winchesters and Castiel, pleading for one of them to help Harry up off of him. “A little help here would be nice.”
Sam rolled his eyes and plucked Harry up off of Gabriel like he was weightless. “Bedroom?”
“Down the hallway unless he changed everything up.” Gabriel pointed and Sam gave a look asking for Gabriel to lead the way.
Dean coughed before he led Sam down the hallway “Let’s explore, Sam. It can’t be too difficult to find Harry’s room.”
Gabriel sat on the floor flexing his fingers and toes out. He looked over to Castiel and shook his head. “You knew he would do that, didn’t you?”
“Do what?” Castiel cocked a brow.
“To and fix me first try by just linking us together. None of the stuff he was worrying about, none of the crazy spell work, potions or whatever he was going on about. He just linked us together and,” Gabriel snapped his fingers, “I’m almost fixed.”
“I told you it would be different here.” Castiel raised a brow and shrugged.
“I’m older than you and I’m of higher status. How did you manage to get the all knowing genes of the family?”
“I wasn’t posing as a Trickster.” Castiel offered before he sat down on the couch watching Gabriel flex out his legs and arms. “You aren’t going to move any differently than before.”
“I feel better.” Gabriel pointed out as he rolled his shoulders. “Like I could go out and do some serious pranking.”
“It’s his magic.”
“How long do you think we’re going to be here?” Gabriel asked.
“How long do you want to be here?” Castiel echoed.
~*~
Harry shuffled into the kitchen with a wide yawn and scratching his stomach. “Food would be awesome right about now.”
“You feeling okay?”
Harry spun around and sighed when he saw Sam sitting at the bar eating a jelly biscuit. “I’m fine although I feel like I could eat a cow.”
Sam quirked a brow before he pushed a plate of leftover biscuits across the counter towards Harry, “Have at it.”
“Where is everyone? I figured my house would be crawling with you guys when I woke up.”
“Gabriel said we should give you your space. Let you do your thing.”
Harry dropped the spoon he pulled out the drawer to spread jelly on his biscuit, “What?”
“Don’t ask me, I figured he’d want to be here but he dragged Dean and Cas out this morning to do something.”
“And they didn’t leave a note or tell you where they were going?” Harry picked up the spoon and fixed his biscuit before moving around the bar to sit next to Sam.
“Gabriel woke me up to say that they would be back sometime this afternoon and to make sure you ate but that’s it.”
“He wanted you to make sure I ate?” Harry snorted, “Right because that sounds exactly like something Gabriel would say.”
“Well,” Sam grinned, “He didn’t say that per se.”
“Oh Merlin, he’s gotten his mojo back hasn’t he?” Harry rolled his eyes with a huff. He couldn’t help but try and hide the mile wide smile behind the jellied biscuit as Sam laughed at him.
“That’s definitely one way of putting it.”
Harry snorted, “You didn’t live with him as long as I did Sam, you probably only got a taste of some of the trouble he could get into. Although, I guess you did get to see a side of him I have never seen.”
“Yeah? And what side is that?” Sam asked genuinely curious in how Harry was talking about the archangel who saved his and Dean’s asses more times than he cared to count.
“You got to see the archangel side of him. I only got to see the Trickster side of Gabriel,” Harry broke off a piece of biscuit and let the crumbs fall to the counter top, “Don’t get me wrong, I love that side of him but I feel like I never got the whole Gabriel. I only got to see the fun part of him not the whole picture. I just wonder how much of him has changed or how much of him I missed out on you know.”
“You really care about him, huh?”
“He grows on you.” Harry shrugged and let his eyes drift towards the window over the sink.
“I guess in that fungus kind of way.” Sam leaned back in his chair letting the sounds of the house keep them company.
“I missed him,” Harry tapped his fingers on the table top as he let out a jaw popping yawn. “Every time he left it I wondered if it was going to be the last time I was going to see him again. And I didn’t really get explanations, just little notes left on the table saying he was sorry he left and he didn’t know when he’d be back.”
Harry’s eyes widened and he downed a cup of orange juice before he ran a shaky hand through his sleepy trodden hair. “I thought I was over all this. I thought that I could handle it but now? I just see what could have been not what was.”
“You want to talk about it?” Sam asked as he patiently waited for Harry to decide whether or not he wanted to keep speaking or not.
“It’s best not to dwell on these things Sam.” Harry cleaned up his mess and headed for the living room, “I’m thinking a movie and some more rest would be good right about now.”
~*~
“Honey, we’re home!” Gabriel called out as soon as waltzed through the door. He frowned a bit when he saw Harry curled up on the couch napping and Sam sitting in the recliner zoned out as he clicked and clacked away at his laptop.
Gabriel snapped his fingers in front of Sam’s face to get the hunter’s attention, “How long has he been like this?”
Sam looked over at Harry then back over at the crowd that was behind the couch, “He ate breakfast then he watched some movie, had lunch and then he conked out. I figured he was going to be out soon by the way he was dozing through the movie.”
“So he ate,” Gabriel rolled his lips together before looking up at Castiel. “Do you think it’s just because he’s still recuperating?”
“Did you eat?” Castiel asked and Gabriel nodded. “Did you eat anything besides candy?”
Gabriel sighed before he sat down on the floor. He leaned against the couch and rested his head along Harry’s back, “Guess that might be why Harry is passed out like a zombie.”
“Then we should get some of that grub out of the car,” Dean rocked back and forth on his heels. “Because I think Harry here might pitch a fit if he finds out about this.”
“I’m not a heavy sleeper,” Harry croaked as he rolled over and blinked the sleep from his eyes, “And while it would be nice if Gabriel ate something so I wasn’t metaphorically feeding him, I think I’m just tired at the moment.”
“Right,” Gabriel nodded, “So last night before dinner you said I needed to eat like a human would but really I need to eat better don’t I?”
“Just eat more than candy,” Harry huffed out as he stood up to head for his bedroom, “Don’t start anything stupid and end up getting yourself hurt because you’ll end up hurting more than just yourself.”
At the clueless looks he was getting from everyone around the room Harry wanted to kick something. He did go over this with Gabriel last night before they agreed to this. Harry shook his head and his fist clenched in an unconscious show of frustration, “You will hurt me, Gabe. You have to be careful now. You don’t get to go traipsing off like the Trickster you once said you were. Now you actually have to think of someone other than yourself.”
“Hey,” Dean stepped forward and held a hand out to cut Harry off, “What’s your deal?”
“Just leave it, Dean.” Sam stood up and tugged his brother away from the wizard who was growing more than furious with his brother’s interference. “Harry’s just tired and you three tromped through his house like little kids. You didn’t stop to think. None of you.”
Dean’s mouth dropped at Sam’s stern words and his gaze flickered back and forth between Sam and Harry trying to figure out what had been going on while they were gone.
Harry shook his head and looked down the hallway to avoid everyone’s face as he spoke, “I don’t mind that you’re here. I’m glad that Gabriel has people he cares about and who obviously care about him but I’m used to it being me and only me. I’m used to it being quiet. I need today to rest. It’s not going to be easier for me or Gabriel right now. It’s a lot to get used to.”
“Sounds like you’re making a big deal out of nothing,” Dean muttered under his breath and Harry shot a fueled look towards the hunter before calming the burst of anger that seemed to flare to life around the man.
Harry rubbed a hand over his face before he let out a wide yawn and choosing to ignore what Dean had said, “Feel free to whatever you find in the cabinets or fridge.”
Dean waited until Harry disappeared into his room and Gabriel muttered something about a shower before he rounded on Sam, “What the hell, Sam?”
“No Dean, you don’t get to ‘what the hell, Sam’ me.” Sam shook his head as he stalked into the kitchen already preparing to shove food down Gabriel’s throat if need be. “I don’t know what’s going on with you right now, Dean but this has got to stop. You didn’t talk to Harry earlier. You went to the store with Gabe and Cas earlier so you don’t know what’s going on. You don’t have a clue.”
Sam gave a said laugh before he shook his head, “You don’t know how much it’s probably hurting Harry to see and to do this for Gabriel. So would you just back off of him for a little while?”
“What do you mean?” Dean headed over towards the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water to sip on. “How much it’s hurting him? Did he say something?”
“It was what he didn’t say, Dean.” Sam ran a hand through his hair. “It’s how Harry acts every time you touch Gabriel, every time you jump to his defense. Harry doesn’t say anything but it’s plain as day when you look at him.”
“When you look at who?” Gabriel asked as he sat at the bar and frowned when Sam slid over a plate with leftover Chicken Alfredo on it.
“It’s nothing,” Dean gritted his teeth before sliding past Sam. “I’m going go grab that shit out the Impala before it goes bad.”
“That might be a good idea.” Gabriel nodded, “I’ll help.”
“No,” Dean held up a hand, “I’ve got it.”
“Okay,” Gabriel cocked a brow before settling back down and digging back into his food. “So where’d feather butt go?”
“He never came in,” Sam shrugged before he rolled his lips together trying to figure out how to pose his question to Gabriel.
His problem was solved with the archangel in question rolled his fork in the air and sighed, “Out with it, Winchester. What do you want to know?”
“Uh,” Sam scratched at the back of his neck before he leaned across the counter and focused on his hands, “Why does this feel like what Harry did for you was more than just providing a lifeline? Like he did something more?”
Gabriel took a few bites of his food and washed it down with a few sips of water, “Because Sam, what Harry did was more.”
“Can you tell me?”
“I can feel him,” Gabriel whispered as he pushed his plate away. He set a closed fist right at his heart. “It’s like this ache right in my chest and he’s right there. I knew when he was upset earlier and I knew when he was exhausted just like I know he was ready to snap Dean’s neck a few minutes ago.”
“Oh,” Sam whispered and he looked up when Dean dropped plastic bags to the floor.
“Yeah, oh.” Gabriel frowned before he stood up and set his plate in the sink.
“Did he know?” Dean asked as he picked up the bags and they each started putting the items away the best they could. “What that would do?”
“Of course he knew,” Gabriel snorted, “It takes a pretty special person to do that. To link himself so tightly to someone who kept hurting them over and over in the past.”
~*~
Harry was a bit confused when he woke up. It was dark and his phone said it was only one twenty seven. In the morning. Harry muffled a groan before he sat up and looked around his room trying to figure out what woke him up when he spotted the curled up figure at his desk.
Taking a deep breath Harry shuffled from his bed and across the few feet that separated his bed and the mess Gabriel was currently using as a bed. Harry closed his eyes as the need to run his fingers along the curve of the man’s spine, to let his lips taste the pale skin at the nape of his neck. Instead he let his hand rest on Gabriel’s shoulder and he rubbed a soothing circle until he saw the soft flutter of eye lashes.
“Hey,” Harry whispered, “You okay?”
Gabriel pushed back into Harry’s hand and he nodded while he answered, “Yeah I’m fine. I was just making sure you were okay.”
Harry raised a brow and looked towards his bed, “I was sleeping, how could I not be fine?”
“Fine you caught me,” Gabriel gave a shy smile.
“There is another bed, unless someone stole it and in that case there is a couch you could take.”
Gabriel swallowed before he nodded, “There is a couch with my name on it but it’s the couch and this is your place.”
“Yeah,” Harry gave a jerky nod, “It sucks but if you’re just going to leave I can’t go through this again even with everything I’ve already done for you.”
“I don’t want to leave.” Gabriel bit into his lip. “I don’t have anything that’s going to take me away this time. Dad doesn’t want me home, Apocalypse averted and you know who I really am. I just don’t want to lose the last good thing I’ve got going for me.”
Harry really wanted to step away from Gabriel when he stood up but he couldn’t find it in him to move. He melted when Gabriel’s hand grasped the side of his neck and he felt his arms moving on their own accord to wrap around Gabriel.
Harry could feel the intense burst of energy under his fingers everywhere he touched Gabriel’s skin and he wanted to feel more as his fingers brushed up the sides of Gabriel’s neck.
“I missed you so much,” Gabriel whispered as he rested his forehead against Harry’s. “Your eyes, your voice, everything.”
Harry nodded and tucked his face in the crook of Gabriel’s neck inhaling that sweet scent that was so uniquely Gabriel no combination of chocolates or fruits could mimic.
He brushed his nose along the side of Gabriel’s neck before he rubbed his cheek against Gabe’s and he held him there. The corner of his lips pressed against the corner of Gabriel’s as he spoke, “I missed you too.”